First of all, the Order of Protection is proving to be way more of a hassle than it should be; apparently, there's a major catch-22 in place which effectively prevents me from getting an OoP against her until she gets out of the hospital...which is a problem, since one of the things an OoP would do would be to make sure the hospital had to tell me before they released her. This way (that is, the way it stands now), there will be a lag between when she gets out and when I get the OoP, meaning that she could come and kill me and I would have no warning. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this, but I'm still following leads, trying to fins ways around the catch-22, so we'll see what happens.
On the good side, I had a few good days last week. Thursday night, I went to the Mets game and saw the Mets beat the Braves. Shea Stadium must have some explosives left over from Fireworks Night, because not only did they have fireworks every time someone hit a home run, they had them after the national anthem, which was stupid, since it was still daylight. Then, on Friday, I went to what I thought was a Judy Collins concert. Of course, had I been thinking, I would have realized it was a Wildflower concert, where she plays with other people, but in any case, I was VERY happily surprised when it turned out that she was appearing with Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul, and Mary fame; I love him), and that he was appearing with his daughter, Bethany (Who's very cool, and beautiful, too). So that was a lot of fun. I didn't do much over the weekend, or today, but tomorrow night is the second of the two Philharmonic Concerts in the Park at Central Park, and I have tickets for Movin' Out on Wednesday, so both of those should be lots of fun (especially if tomorrow is a little--or a lot--less humid than today was).
So, life is as it should be, or close enough for folk music, as Judy Collins says (the close enough for folk music part, I mean, not the other pat): a mix of up and down, and all that jazz. Yeah, and if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn. Eh, whatever.